WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

Climate

July 22, 2026

Snapshot Poem 22 July 02026

. . . Day after night after day deadly heat. We suffer our own detritus. It beads up on our skin. . . . Continue reading

Climate, Poems, Snapshot Poem

climate, heat waves, poem, Snapshot Poem

DISCLAIMERS:

Artificial Intelligence

I do not use AI to write. For me, writing is thinking, and I prefer to do my own. If/when I post anything here that I suspect or know to be AI generated, I will tell you.

Poems

Please do not assume that I am the speaker/ subject of my poems.

In these times of creative nonfiction and fictionalized memoirs, I think of the poem itself as true fiction: it is most likely not factual, but it must be true.

It is likely to be — it is best if it is — a truth I did not know before I wrote, and may not understand even then.

A poem is my way of discovering (dis-covering) what I feel; sometimes, what I think — but it is not necessarily biographical.

Climate

Snapshot Poem 22 July 02026